Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What the hell is wrong with you? - I don't know.
That one's completely fine.
Sure, that makes sense.
No, you can't.
- Did you read Rory's paper yet? - Not yet.
- Really? - Bye.
- A teacher? - Please.
Paris, with everything I have going on right now...
- He's a teacher. - Male teachers are different.
even as a part-time Max, it just seems like it'll get too confusing.
- You're the new Heather. - I guess.
Okay.
I shouldn't be here. First rule of the Gilmore Dating Handbook.
On Monday, we will start a two-week exercise in creative writing...
I know. I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to make it.
- You can't just leave now. - Paris, please.
And then my next thought was, 'Oh, my God. What if we break up?
I honestly did not think this was going to be so complicated.
What are you talking about?
- but it's not exactly the same. - Take it.
You're really being silly. There is no evil plan afoot here.
Her dad should've paid her mom more and this thing would've been over.
I don't know.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
But you weren't listening...
- Puppies! - That's not a disease.
and I can see you really need it, so...
But you knew that. Hence the smile.
It wasn't supposed to happen.
and you promised you would go.
No, I'm not going because of the thing at the Inn.
I'd take some dance classes...
I just wanna know what you were thinking.
In your sock drawer?
No, I decided to break up with him in my daughter's school...
Yeah.
- You sure? - Take it. Read it.
- Okay. - But I probably won't.
- This is a little uncomfortable. - Yes, it is.
Are you insane?
- You didn't. - It was the quilted kind.
- So what do you think about the skating? - What?
- Tell me about Parents' Day. - What?
It's the wrong time to start reading the longest book known to man.
What happened the other day was completely unprofessional.
I wish my mom would sleep with my teacher.
English Lit. With Mr. Max Medina.
Why not? You have to work. I, as you have insinuated, have no life.
Just to figure out...